What is it about Europeans that, with such a different culture than my own American one, they can nonetheless do such
a beautifully American-style sound? Last year I reviewed Italian Tombstone Highway's debut album, which certainly
fell into that category, and this year I get French stoner/sludge/hardcore outfit Red Mourning's third full
length, Where Stone and Water Meet, which is noiser and more abrasive, but even more down and dirty -- and more
diverse -- than Tombstone Highway'sRuralizer was.

Picture to yourself the work chorus of a swamp chain gang, or perhaps a line of railroad-building roughnecks singing
hopelessly as they build a railroad from Buttfuck, Arkansas to the line's final terminus, Hell. JC "Hoog" Doorn's
vocals alternate between Anselmo-style blasts of fury and raggedly groaned harmonies, as The Sound of Flies opens
with distorted slide guitar, accompanied by harmonica and a tinkling honky-tonk piano; Gun-Blue is similar. The
sound here is tight but not overly slick in production -- just right, in my opinion --, allowing Doorn's voice and
guitarist Romaric Méoule's choppy riffs to dominate without becoming overwhelming. Rabid Dogs and Twisted
Bitches, one of my favorites, opens with a swinging, blues-filled riff that deepens and slows until faster riffs
overtake it and speed the song up to a frantic, stuttering pace. The songs are all pretty short, which seems to be due
to the speed the band brings from the hardcore part of their DNA; despite the fact that I lump them into a "Stoner Doom"
category, the band's simply too energetic to allow any riff to stay slow for long. Most of the time that works, but one
wishes occasionally that interludes like the slow, despairing, but quite memorable Work Song, or Touched by
Grace, could be mirrored in the regular songs, just in a heavier way.

Though that doesn't happen much, that's a minor nitpick, as the high-speed riffing has a charm of its own, and
occasionally it does slow down, after all. Red Mourning is quite effective at blending genres, and Over
the Rail is a prime example of that -- it goes slow, it goes fast, it brims with equal parts sorrow, resignation,
and rage. That's the best way I can describe it. While the least enjoyable songs partake more of hardcore than one would
want, such as There Goes the Chair, the ones with more of a blues and metal vibe are simply wonderful, including
the title track, with a twisted but powerfully melodic riff that rolls unstoppably through to the end like a
steamroller.

I strongly recommend giving Where Stone and Water Meet a listen; with its range of influences and styles, it
is likely to appeal to a reasonably wide set of listeners. Red Mourning's made, if not a masterpiece, an
inventive combination of styles that injects authenticity into a lovingly crafted version of a genre that started far
from their native land.

Killing Songs : Rabid Dogs and Twisted Bitches, Over the Rail, Where Stone and Water Meet